Caught Me With His Crossbow (Daryl Dixon TWD Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Evacuate

I frantically packed my entire life into a number of bags as Shane shouted at my Mom downstairs. Today just kept on getting worse, finding out my Dad was shot dead and the dead were walking.

Carl was freaked out by the whole situation, he was my little brother only 12 years old. He didn’t really understand what was happening. But I’ll never forget the look on his face when I killed my first walker.

For the past three months I had been training in the army. I was one of the lucky ones, I wasn’t ordered to kill any of the infected until we were in the hospital. I killed so many innocent people in front of my family. At only eighteen I was afraid I was afraid to disobey my sergeant.

I brushed the cold memories away and got back to packing. Shane told us we were going to flee out of the city. I was almost finished packing my bag when the knocking started. Shane stopped ranting and I stood on the top of the stairs. My Mom went to the door and opened it slowly. I went into Carl’s room and hid in the doorway. “We’re looking for Soldier Bree Grimes”, I heard the familiar voice of my sergeant say. “She ain’t here”, Shane said. Thank goodness Shane lied for me. No way in hell was I going back into the city where the majority of the walkers were.

“Where is she?”, He asked. “She ran off with her friend hours ago, don’t know where they were headed”, My Mom said. Sergeant huffed and then left. I let out a breath of relief. What the Sergeant didn’t know was that I ransacked dozens of their weapons. Every women for herself, right?

I zipped up the last bag and hauled it down stairs. “We’re leaving in ten minutes, we have to be on the highway before it gets clogged up”, Shane said. I ran back up to my room and it looked bare without all of my mementos and clothes all over the place. I was never a neat person.

I changed into a white tank top and denim cut off shorts. I grabbed my leather jacket and put it on. Sure, it was summer but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be chilly during the night. I slipped on my black combat boots and tied them tightly in case I had to run from walkers. My hair was a mess from crying into my Dad as he died and from killing the dozens of walkers in the hospital. I swung my khaki coloured backpack onto my back and walked down the stairs. I wanted to drive my own car. My car was my baby, literally.

My Mom and Carl were hauling bags out to the car. Shane was keeping watch. I grabbed my car keys and went outside pulling my bags with me. I stopped and took out a trench knife, just in case. I opened the front door and hauled a couple of my bags into the trunk. My car was huge. I could probably fit everything in my room and more in it. At least I’d be able to sleep in it if worst came to worst. I put my bag that contained the majority of my wepons in the passenger seat. Shane put the rest of the bags in his car. I stood waiting and ready to pounce on any of the blood eating basterds. It was a good thing I finished my military training because my new found skills were bound to come in handy.

My Mom tenatively leaves the house and closes the door behind her. I could tell she was still distraught over Dad’s death but she knew she had to focus on staying alive herself. Of course I was sad too, I didn’t like the thought of leaving without checking to see if my friends were alright. I felt like a coward after hiding from the sergeant. The guilt was slowly building in my mind. People in the city needed my help, they needed me to protect them. I made a decision. I was going to Atlanta.

“But you can’t go! You might get bitten!”, Mom sobs. I hated seeing her like this, it ripped me apart inside. “I have to, I’ll take a walkie and then I’ll come find you”, I say. Shane kept quiet as Mom and Carl sobbed into my shoudlers. “I just need to do my duty, then I’ll be back”, I say, trying not to cry myself. I hopped into the drivers seat and turned the key. I reversed and did a U turn before speeding down the street. I needed to get to the city as soon as possible before it was overun. It was my job to prevent that.